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Hopped up out the bed. Turn my scale on Took a look in the mirror said whats up? Yeah,. I'm getting money, ohhhh Hopped up out the bed. Turn my scale on Took a look in the mirror said whats up? Yeah,. I'm getting money, oh ohhhhh They say the hood lookin' for you Time to bounce back Gotta feed the streets, Ya' understand your contract? Right here, page 1, paragraph 3 Do what the fuck you gotta do Nigga just feed the streets Remember when i tried to pay 28 bads? Had the nerve to be short 28 grams don't need to check your phone Somebody stole one Say what the fuck you wanna say somebody owe one Good dick, tattoos' Bitches like that Talk to them any kind of way The bitches like that They say its all about the fit. I say the right hat They say its all about the kicks I say the right stack (chorus 2x) I feel like stunning' tonight Got all my chains on Ain't nobody touch shit that's my theme song And if you ain't get money Then your theme's wrong And if you ain't dream living Then you dream wrong White floors, white brick that's my dream house 100 bricks the long way, that's my dream couch Can you imagine me just sitting on dem shits Wait for the drop to roll around Make a killin off of dem shits Man its such a beautiful day do some lawn work if ya mention ya'll dead, that's why my arm hurt, 23 for the B, thats that Lebron work, home invaders don't know how the law work. Turn my scale on, onnn (repeat x6) |